Who DOES That?

I missed my beta appointment.

Sort of.

After transfer, I checked out and realized I didn't have any appointments scheduled for my beta.  By my math, it should have been the 31st since it was a 6 day blast.  When I went to check out, she had me schedule on the 4th because of the holiday.  So I figured that they had reduced hours for New Years Eve.  No biggie.  On Thursday I got a call asking what happened.  They were worried because it wasn't like me.  I told them I thought it was Monday.  Apparently I had two betas scheduled.  I was kicking myself because I could have just gotten it over with, but I didn't know about the Thursday visit.

So I promptly started peeing on things.  As of this morning I am absolutely not pregnant.  I'm truly okay.  It wasn't meant to be and my family is the way it is supposed to be.  I'm looking forward to getting all of this crap out of my system.  I want my body back.  I want to like it again and not be so damned mad at it all the time.

A new journey begins.

Han Solo

This will probably be disjointed because, well, I feel disjointed right now!  First, some refresher background...

We name our embies.  It's a thing.  Our first cycle we just called them "The Blobs" because that's what they looked like.  After our second fresh cycle (embies dubbed "The Jedi"), we took the 3 day embies we had left from that cycle and went to a different clinic.  At the new clinic, we thawed the ones that were left and cultured to 5 day blasts.  We transferred two "Return of the Jedi" and froze the last remaining one.  It ended up being a day 6 slow grower, but passed their litmus test for freezing.  Then we did a third fresh cycle, had Chipmunk (we transferred three that cycle so they were Alvin, Simon, and Theodore), and now we're back for our final embie.  I introduce you to Han Solo:

You know - he was frozen and thawed out and all.  Seems timely to be continuing the Star Wars theme for this pack of embies about now.

The embryologist felt it had perked up since the thaw and she graded it at A+.  The photo was taken just after the thaw and by the time they put it on the screen just before transfer it had already expanded.  Pretty neat.  We're feeling hopeful.  If this works, Chipmunk will be a big sister to her technically-older sibling. 

Beta isn't until 1/4 with the holiday.  I promised J I wouldn't pee on anything until the New Year.  Chillin' for the afternoon.  Thanks for all of the happy thoughts.

All Systems Go

We are a go for transfer on the 23rd.  They wanted 7mm.  I was 7.1.  There's still mucus in there, but they're letting me go.  SO GLAD!  

Quick funny story.  My hair has been curly since Chipmunk was born.  I decided to chop all of my hair off and rock it.  I'm having a good time.  I walked into the clinic today (without tripping)  and the receptionist said, "I love your hair!"  Phlebotomist said, "I love your hair!"  I'm in the stirrups.  Doc comes in and says, "Sorry I took me so long to get you.  We have another Lisa HapaHopes and she's a patient of Dr. Awesome's too.  I thought she was coming so I was confused.  They are so cool.  They won this video contest and got a scholarship for their daughter.  It was from Ferring and..."  I said, "Dr. M, that's me.  I just got a hair cut."  He laughed so loudly.  I'm pretty sure I signed all of my HIPAA rights away with that video about a billion times over.  I'm just glad they think we're cool.

Can't I Just Go Back To Bed and Try Again Tomorrow?

I had my first monitoring visit for our FET last week. My lining wasn't great, but it wasn't horrible either.  She thought I'd be fine by this week.

Not so much.

My day started when I literally tripped into the clinic.  Yes, literally in the real sense of the word,  not the way people butcher it now.  I somehow walked right on out of my shoes and landed flat on the concrete, cutting my knee and scraping my chin.  That should've been my first clue that today was destined to suck.

My lining has actually shrunk.  What was a 6.5 is now a 4.7 and I still have a bunch of mucus in my uterus.  They pushed back my transfer to the 23rd and I'm adding Vivelle dots.  Two of them twice a week.

I cried the whole way to my office.  As much as I've tried to remain cool, I don't think I really tuned into how emotionally ramped up I was about this cycle.  I can't stop crying.  I can't get it together.  I'm all E2ed up and I can't. stop. crying.  I guess all of this estrogen is just going to my emotions and my ass.  Both seem out of control lately.  I hate FETs.  I think I've mentioned that before.  I also think my lining did this before.  Swell.

I went to fill my prescription.  Insurance apparently only pays for one box a month, not two.  So I filled the one box, cried again, and will hope that the angel nurses at the clinic can fix this shit sometime in the next 15 days so I don't run out of patches and can get them filled before I have a new deductible to tackle.

I hate this.  I hate the drama.  I hate watching my body fail again.  I hate worrying about insurance and money.  I hate over analyzing everything I do.  I hate being sad when I should just be enjoying the holidays with my healthy, happy two year old.  I hate it all.  This SUCKS.  It all just sucks.

And my chin hurts.

So an FET is happening...

We were planning on telling no one, but a visit to the RE today reminded me that I need my tribe.  I know this means that a few IRL friends are reading this.  Unless you're "Farrah," please understand that I'm in a weird place and don't really want to talk about it in person.

We have one embryo left.  The fresh cycle for this embryo started at "the clinic which shall not be named."  It was a day three embie from a set of 8 (I think), thawed for our FET, and cultured to day 5. We transferred the two best blasts from that cycle and planned to freeze the rest.  This was the only one that survived and it was a slow grower.  It's a day six 3AB expanded blastocyst from a now twice failed cycle.  We don't have the highest of hopes for it, but we feel very connected to our embies and we want to give it a chance.  Since we're about to hit out deductible, now's the time (because when you can't build your family the old fashioned way, you base your childbearing decisions on deductibles).

Going back to the clinic was unexpectedly strange.  I had a sick feeling in my tummy all morning that J didn't really understand until the visit was over and his feelings mirrored mine.   Since winning the video contest, we have an odd little celebrity there, so it's strange to walk in, be immediately recognized, and everyone from the front desk to the embryologists wants to know what your kid is doing for her birthday in a few weeks.  Unsettling too in a way.  I just kind of wanted to keep my head down and get this over with if that makes any sense. Instead, everyone just assumes the cycle will work and they are "dying to see what 'Chipmunk's' sibling will look like."  Maybe it was bothersome because we walked in being okay with not having much hope.  We both walked away feeling bad that we were okay with not feeling hopeful.  Like we should be more hopeful, excited even.  Perhaps we're just still scarred and reeling.

It is different, though.  If this doesn't work, we're okay with it.  We'll be sad, disappointed, but three years ago, the thought of a failed cycle meant looking at our future completely differently.  Now it doesn't.  It means the future we envisioned will stay the same, because another child would be a bonus.  I know so many women are reading this and thinking I'm nuts.  I didn't envision a one child family, but as conception became more difficult, and we started to see a family of two adults as our reality, Chipmunk became the bonus.  I no longer feel a hole in my heart for a second child to fill. I would welcome one, of course, but there will be no more fresh cycles.  If this FET doesn't stick, the door is closed.

I don't know, maybe I'm still sorting out how I feel.  I just know that I stood at that desk scheduling FET class and words like saline ultrasound, E2, FSH, and PIO were pouring out of my mouth like second nature again and I hated it.  We're heading down the gauntlet one more time and I fucking hate the gauntlet.

#MicroblogMonday - The Bill

It's here.

The bill.

"Do you want to keep your potential child in cryostorage or should we 'destroy' it?"

The annual reminder that we are not like other families.  That I am broken.

That will be $500 please.

Beta

Sorry for the lack of posting.  We were out of town and I was trying to avoid my crazies.  What a bunch of crap.

Beta this morning was a big fat 0.  I was really hoping, y'all.  Really hoping.  We are very, very sad and aren't quite sure what to do next.  Another fresh cycle is tempting, but if we have more frosties... then what?  We drag this out some more with more FETs we have no hope for?  We still have the one frostie, but we're reluctant to base a whole cycle on that one little guy, unless we're ready for our Hail Mary FET, which we aren't sure about.  As ridiculous as it sounds, at this point I feel like I'm sending perfectly good embies off to their deaths.  Unfortunately I have to submit my FSA contribution info by the 26th and my WTF isn't until the 30th.

I don't know what to do.  I really don't.  We are so broken-hearted.  My poor husband cried his eyes out.  Nothing hurts more than the feeling that I've robbed him of a biological child.

Good Stuff

• One of our embies made it to re-freeze!!!  Yippee!!!
• I learned that I'm going to be teaching a course at the University I work at.  I'm super excited about this since I'd like to get more into the academic end of things.  The problem is that it's like school on crack.  You know the ages and ages of readings you had to study back in school?  Turns out that when you're the teacher you have to know them inside and out.  Oh the agony! But I'm still super excited!
• J and I are getting the hell out of dodge this week and are heading up to the mountains for some R&R and avoidance of pee sticks.  Fall in the Smokies?  Yes please!  So I will be MIA for a bit come Monday.  I will miss you ladies.
• My baby brother is getting married!  He is engaged to a very sweet girl and we are all very excited.  I was hoping my future SIL would become my new BFF, but alas, it's hard to be BFFs with a girl who is too young to remember life before microwaves.  Speaking of me being old, they aren't getting married until Spring of 2014.  I WILL BE 36 PEOPLE!!!

Return of the Jedi: Transfer

We have two little Younglings and they look great!

Everything went really swimmingly.  This transfer was so different than either transfer at the old clinic.  With both of my previous transfers it felt rushed, like they had somewhere to be.  This time everyone took their time and even chatted and joked with us in the transfer room.  New RE did the transfer and he walked me through absolutely everything.  He went so slowly and I'm excited to report that I've had NO CRAMPING TODAY!!  It always bothers me when I cramp right after transfer.  I'm pretty sure it shouldn't happen.  Anyway, he did inject some HCG into my uterus just prior to transfer and they added some to the culture medium as well.  All the staff seemed really excited about that because apparently it's been working out quite well.  Hopefully we don't let them down!

So here they are!  Jedi 3 and Jedi 4.

They also gave us photos of all of our embryos after thaw.  I won't scan them all in, but it was a nice keepsake.

Thaw Report

All seven survived the thaw!!! Including the less than one from the "blob" cycle!!! YAY!!!!  

Now we wait until Thursday.  They were frozen as day three embies and we are trying to culture them to blasts.

Grow little munchkins!  Grow!!!

Wherein I Give Up My Soul In The Baby Quest

Okay, maybe that's a bit melodramatic.

I don't eat red meat or pork.  This is mainly because I don't like it.  A second bonus was that after having lost 50 pounds, not eating red meat helped keep me out of the drive through.  When I heard that red meat carried a higher risk of certain cancers that ran rampant in my family and that it was estrogenic, I felt even more buoyed in my my red meat and porkless life.  I'd asked doctors about it and they said it was a non-issue in the baby quest.

Then I started googling crap about building uterine lining and "eat red meat" kept popping up.  Made sense and I figured that it wouldn't really hurt anything short term.  I'm not a steak or chops fan, but I do miss burgers.

So I asked J to take me out for a burger and he was more than happy to oblige.  Surprisingly, I didn't get sick!  I'm not going to start eating this crap every day, and bacon is still out, but like I said... can't hurt anything in the short term.

So here it is folks, my first burger in 10 years.  Mushroom and swiss.  Not gunna lie, it was damned good.

I had to have the fries too!

Green Light

My estrogen and progesterone were good, so we are starting Medrol, baby asprin, and PIO tonight.  We're still on for a Thursday transfer.  I don't have to come in for any more monitoring.

Not sure how I feel about that.  I mean, I'm glad not to push it back or cancel, but is it really the smart thing to do?  I guess we're banking on the PIO helping to thicken things and maybe the baby asprin will help if there is a blood flow issue?  All the nurse said is that the PIO should help and that they considered my lining to be at "the low end of normal."  Everything I see says they want 7 mm at the minimum at this point, but whatevs.

And how bad is it that a big part of me could give a rats ass anymore?

%^$!

My lining has not grown.  It was 5.9 at my first ultrasound and it was 5.6 today (day 13).  Waiting for a call from the doc with my E2 results and what to do next.  I'm so over this I can't even stand it.

FET Blahs

Everyone says that FETs are a piece of cake.

"Everyone" is stupid.

I HATE taking estrogen.  It makes me depressed and headachey.  I suck at remembering to take pills three times a day.  I'm having a real time with watching what goes in my mouth too.  But thankfully, I have this community. I can wake up and see posts from my cycle buddies Ali and Shelley and remember the posts from Belle on "THE SAD".  You all help me know that what I'm feeling is not out of the ordinary and that it will pass.

It's been a long week.  I've been feeling very "I don't give a crap" about everything.  Getting out of bed is hard and functioning at work is even harder.  Although, being kind of "blah" about everything is helping me let go of some things at the office.  I've had the attitude where certain things that have been long term uphill battles are really beyond my control and not worth stressing about.  I'm trying to spin it.  It's working a little.

I also haven't done any of my photo's for EmHart's challenge over the last week and a half.  Just like everything else, I haven't really felt like it.  I sure do like looking at all y'all's photos, though!

J and I have had a lot of talks about Plan B (Or is is C or D?  I lose track of where we are.).  I'm the kind of person who needs to think now about what we would do if this cycle didn't work.  We had always agreed to 3 fresh cycles.  When we started this journey, we said 3 IUIs and 3 IVFs, not thinking we would ever get near those numbers.  There are times when I am really ready to be done now, but part of the reason we decided to switch docs when we did was so that we could have a new set of eyes setting us up for our final fresh cycle if need be.  I feel like if we didn't give that last cycle a chance with new clinic we would regret it.  We all know the importance of regret management.  So if this doesn't work, we'll do one more.  But then what if there are frosties...?  J would like to set a date to be done and I can't do that.  If we end up with frosties I feel like we need to give them a chance.  At the same time, I want my life and my body back.  I'm ready to bitch-slap it back into shape.

God I hate this game.

Return of the Jedi: Baseline

Baseline went well.  I'm cleared to start meds on Saturday for our FET.  I met a new Wand today.  All Wands are alike.  Go figure.  The nurse who did the ultrasound really pointed out landmarks and stuff which was nice!  I knew what was my lining and could spot a giant ovary full of follies, but she showed me blood flow and stuff.  I've never had a thorough explanation before, and apparently I have been looking at the damned thing upside down.

They wanted to do a mock transfer, so I had that done today too.  Easy peasy.  BUT whenever I meet a new physician and they ask what I do for a living, a whole conversation ensues.  I'm an audiologist.  I work with cochlear implants and I only see children.  (There, I said it! At least this blog is not googleable.) The minute I answer the "what do you do" question, I see their eyes pop up from between my knees and the questions start.  Doctors have genuinely great questions about implants and I'm really very happy to talk about it.  I love my job and I love talking to others about how awesome implants are.  Here's the deal - I would much rather these conversations started when I was wearing pants!  At least this time she had the decency to let me sit up and put my legs together.

Calendar! Preparation For The Return Of The Jedi

Shiny and new!  Here we go!

We met with the nurse today to get our calendar for our FET and pay up.  Everyone we met with knew about the nuances of our cycle, had everything together and ready to go for us, it was so nice.   Other differences I'm excited about?
Estrace and no patches!  Yay!

• Baby Asprin.  I see the rest of you taking it, now I'm in the club.
• Medrol.  What's that you say?  You have a condition that some believe causes an auto-immune implantation problem and you've never added a steroid to the mix?  What a novel idea!
• HCG added to the transfer medium.  New clinic is really excited about this.  Apparently it's showing some pretty great results.

Only bad thing is that insurance requires day 3 bloodwork and I'm already on BCPs.  They have told me in the past that as long as it was completed in the last year, it's all good (until my 35th birthday).  Since they are dumb and don't actually hold on to records, this has to be sent in every freakin time.  So to avoid coming off BCPs and getting a new draw, I have to get the last day 3 lab results from the old clinic (they didn't come over with the last bunch of records).  Thankfully, I knew the exact date they were drawn on, so I called and said I'd be picking them up tomorrow morning.  No relying on them to fax that crap in.  I'll do it myself, thankyouverymuch.

So, hopefully something will survive the thaw and a couple days of extra culturing for a blastocyst transfer on October 4th.  Beta is scheduled for the 15th.

Go ute, go!

The Great Embryo Caper

Sorry I haven't been writing.  In all honesty, I haven't felt like it.  It's been a struggle not to give in to the sad lately.  There have been lots of wonderful BFPs around lately and it's been harder to watch this time.  I feel like I've been shifted into "veteran" status and it sucks.

But on to the embryo move, AKA "I hope I don't pop out a white baby."

It actually happened Tuesday.  The new clinic was short staffed Friday because of the holiday weekend and they asked us if we could move it up.  So first we went to the new clinic to pick up the shipper.  It looked like R2D2.  Fitting since we had named the embryos from this cycle "the Jedi."  We paid our modest fee for use of the equipment and the liquid nitrogen and were on our way.

Look at those calves on my husband!

We got to the old clinic and the embryologist took us back to a consult room.  We filled out the forms releasing the embies to us.  I guess I should have started to be concerned when he asked us, "How many of your embryos do we have?  I don't have your chart with me."  Umm, 7 dude.  Get with the program at some point, would ya?

He took copies of our drivers licenses, which sounded really secure and official, and had us wait in the waiting room.  He took the shipper off with him and said he'd bring it back out to us.

We waited for about 15 minutes and out he came.  He handed us the shipper and copies of the release we signed.  That was it.  No instructions.  It was a bitter sweet goodbye since I always imagined that I would leave that clinic pregnant with lots of thank yous to hand out.  Instead, I just couldn't wait to get the heck out of there.

We put the shipper in the car and belted it in.  I sat in the backseat with them. I probably didn't need to, but I was really anxious.  Don't judge.

They don't make car seats for embryos.

It was an uneventful ride to the new clinic.  I asked J to turn the Disney Channel on for them, but he wouldn't.  We hauled it upstairs and the embryologist came right out.  She asked us to come back with her to watch her get us checked in.  Cool!  She opened R2D2 and took out a canister that looked like the toner cartridge from a copy machine.  Then she asked The Question.  "Did they give you any paperwork?"

All we had was the copy of the release.  There was no paperwork in with our embies.  Nothing to say what was in there, who they belonged to, what the quality was, or that they were frozen on day 3. Again, NOTHING TO SAY WHO THEY BELONGED TO!  The embryologist asked us to hang out in the waiting room while she sorted it all out.

Now, we didn't open anything the whole time, obviously.  I knew that the R2D2 thing just held the stuff that held the real goods, but I still wasn't opening anything.  I did know there were supposed to be papers accompanying the embies, but you'd think that a reputable clinic that is supposedly among the top in the country would at least have the sense to include information identifying EMBRYOS and their "parents" before putting them in someone's sedan.

Embies get settles in their new home.

The embryologist came back out and told us that she'd had to take the straws out briefly to see if there was anything on them connecting them to us.  There was a date on it, but that didn't relate to anything in our cycle.  At all.  She said there was a series of numbers and letters that may be a medical record number of some sort.  Thankfully, I had my med rec number memorized (you know, since I had to give it every time I called the old clinic and leave a message rather than speak to a human) and it matched!  So hopefully, that's all the confirmation we need to confirm that these are our little hapa embies.

If I never see anyone from the old clinic again it will be too effing soon.

Calling Off The Ember Alert!

Last Wednesday, I called and left a message at the old clinic about moving our embies to the new clinic.  See, at the old clinic you couldn't actually talk to a human unless you were making an appointment - you had to leave a message.  I left a message with the IVF nurse.  I didn't get a call back.

On Friday I went to call and leave another message, but it was after hours and they've now changed their system so that you can't leave a message after hours.  Ooookay.

Monday - I left another one.  Tuesday, I called the appointment line and begged to talk to whomever I needed to talk to.  These front desk people know who I am.  They know we've been through a shit ton of failed crap and had to look me in the eye every time I was in there.  They put me through to the head of embryology.  I had to leave a message.

When I woke up this morning I was pissed. I just woke up knowing that this shit was not going down anymore.  If I didn't get a call back, I was showing up on their doorstep.  I went to work and told my friend/coworker/cool-aunt-like figure about it.  She called her sister, the lawyer.  The sister said she'd write us up a letter if we wanted.  SCORE!  The message I left today went like this:

"This is Lisa ... again.  Short of calling every day or pursuing legal action, I don't know what to do anymore.  It's now  been 9 days since I first contacted the clinic in regards to moving my embryos to another facility and I have not even received the courtesy of a return phone call.  Please call me back immediately."

I heard back within 2 hours.  

I HATE being that girl.  I suck at being a bitch, but I was SHAKING by the time I called them today.  He had a bunch of excuses about everything going on over there (he was alluding to the turnover hell), but I didn't care.  Heck, he even said he got the message last Wednesday!  I can't imagine taking more than 24 hours to call one of my patients back, much less NINE EFFING DAYS!  It's medical karma as far as I'm concerned.  I always call my patients back right away, clinicians working with  me should do the same.  And for Pete's sake, it's our frozen future children!!!  I wasn't asking for a damned prescription or something.  They are the living creatures we made!!  Ugh, so angry.

So, embies' first road trip will be August 31st.  The clinic waiving the storage fee (a whole 3 weeks worth) since he screwed up.  How nice (sarcasm drips here).

My boss was fascinated by the whole thing.  I mean really, it is kind of weird.  We're picking up our frozen future children, loading them in our SUV, and bringing them to a new home where they will be thawed, transferred, and hopefully grow into one baby.  Boss lady was a little shocked that my friend's sister was going to help us lawyer up until I said, "Well, what the hell else are we supposed to do?  It's not like you can put out an Amber alert on embryos!"  Then she lost it.  She started laughing and said, "Would they call it an Ember alert?"

I don't mind the laughing.  It really is kind of funny if you let go and look at it as an outsider.  I love my coworkers.  I really do.

One Foot In Front Of The Other

First, an apology.  I know I have been a piss poor commenter lately.  I haven't even been a great reader lately, I'll admit.  The wind has really been knocked out of my sails, and when I'm feeling hopeless, I work my ass off.  I bury myself in work.  I don't even know where I came up with the pile of work I made for myself this week, but I got a lot of crap done!  It feels good to accomplish something I guess.

But you don't want to hear about that, you want to hear about the new RE!!!  He is yet to be blog-named.  I'm working on it.  The man sat with us for an hour.  AN HOUR, PEOPLE!  That's 60 whole minutes in one sitting.  I don't think Dr. Plethora has spent 60 cumulative minutes with us in the year we've been seeing him... at least not while I was conscious.

The new doc went through my file with us step by step.  He laughed about how great it is to work with infertility patients because you can say, "What was your AMH?" or "What dose did you start your last cycle with?" and we can shout out a number without thinking.  He talked about what he would have done differently in the past and what he would do in the future.  He gave us a number of theories on why this cycle didn't work.  I really appreciated how he talked with us about the possible impacts endometriosis has on infertility and what could have happened in our last cycle.  He made it really easy to understand... well... he made the fact that we don't understand hardly anything about endo easy to understand.  But at any rate, it's obvious that the lap has helped with embryo quality and we want to make hay and keep riding the coat-tails of a recently gutted gut.  Here's what he would have done differently:

• Added LH to my stims.  Apparently there is some research to support this.
• ICSI on round one - even though it didn't look like we needed it.
• Added some HCG to my trigger.
• Cultured to blasts.
• Added some HCG to the culture medium at transfer.  Really cool to learn about.

The most exciting thing about our FET is that they are going to thaw the embies, culture them for two more days, and then transfer.  If any are left, they will refreeze them!  I didn't know you could refreeze!

So we're going to move our little kidsicles to the new clinic and do an FET.  I started BCPs today.  We have to take an FET class (Ugh!  Enough with the classes!  I'm pretty sure I've injected, ingested, and inserted it all!) and then we'll get our calendar.  I can't get in to do the class until the first week of September because of my patient load, but c'est la vie.  I'm tired of feel stressed about rushing to get things in so I'm not going to do it.


When we were leaving the new RE's office, he told us that he doesn't see any reason why I can't be pregnant and fully expects that I will be as long as we keep trying.  That was good to hear.  Then J looked up and noticed that one of his diplomas matches one of mine.  I don't know how I missed that we shared an Alma mater.  I was sold.


We met with the financial person, who was awesome.  She had already called our insurance company to verify benefits and what we had left on our limits.  She handles so much more for us than our old clinic did.  Knowing that I wouldn't have to haggle for pre-auths made me want to cry.  Then she walked us over to embryology to talk frozen embryo transport.  

I emailed the new RE to tell him we were planning to go ahead with the new cycle and he answered me in a matter of minutes.  I about fell over.  I couldn't even leave a message for the old RE directly!  We could only leave a message for the nurse and keep our fingers crossed.  Heck, I called about moving our embies on Wednesday and STILL haven't gotten a call back.  I feel like I'm in high school, trying to break up with a slacker boyfriend, and he won't even call me back so I can end it!

As soon as the old clinic calls me back (!^#*^#@$%$@), we're going to move the embies ourselves.  I'm that type-A.  I wonder if I can make an "Embryos on Board" sign to put on my car.  Maybe a stick figure family with embryos on it?

We're moving forward... one step at a time.